Well if both of these horses just a lay up and die,
He thinks to himself as he stares into the sun. [bad word] been bleedin' and is weepin' to himself,
Thinking: Oh my sweet sue,
I won't be [bad word]  home now.

As them train tracks [bad word]  up that ever gentle slope,
Margaret Anne hangs her head,
And just keeps wondering whats good. [bad word] been bleedin' and is weepin' to himself
Thinking: Oh, my sweet sue,
I won't be [bad word]  home now.

That day that the rain came and just rose the flag of war,
Mother Jones lays in bed, his children lyin' on the floor.
And she got by, standin' in the churchyard singing Hallelujah,
Sweepin' out the bats from the bells of her voice.

Who is she?
I am the river and I will take you to the sea.
And we got by,
Floating, in the water singing Hallelujah,
Waiting, on the Lord,
To bring us back home.
You left us too soon,
And I, I know what you'll do.

Someone knocks in the back at the door.
Oh, why'd [bad word] 
Were you lookin' for more?
Don't speak.

Then the sharp steel rattle of your head on the floor.
Oh, it got lost in the sound of the war.
Don't stay.

Someone knocks in the back at the door.
Oh, why'd [bad word] 
Were you lookin' for more?
Don't speak.

Then the sharp steel rattle of your head on the floor.
Oh, it got lost in the sound of the war.
Don't leave.

And, oh, you left us too soon.
Now theres two men ridin' up,
Both wonderin' who is he.
One says: Sir, I've observed you ridin' up behind'a me.
Now them children hear 'em headed up around the bend,
Crying: Ma, [bad word] on, [bad word] our fathers back to bed.